So I know this story ends with cancer and an exorcism, but man, the part they’re letting me read makes me think that Bobby Jindal was a bad guy to have a crush on in college.
Susan and I had developed an intimate friendship; indeed, our relationship mystified observers, who insisted on finding a romantic component where none existed…. Susan had left the meeting in a very sullen mood. I asked her to join a group of us who were attending a Christian a cappella concert to be held on campus that same evening…. Despite our intimacy, Susan and I had not spent much time together this past year. We had succumbed to pressure from our friends and decided we should not be so emotionally interdependent without a deeper commitment. To be honest, my fears of a relationship and the constraints of commitment had kept us apart; our friends’ objections merely provided a convenient excuse…. Though Susan appeared composed throughout the concert, her sudden departure in the middle of a song convinced me otherwise and affirmed my earlier suspicions…. I found that she had not gone far, but was sobbing uncontrollably outside the auditorium. Since we had been very careful to avoid any form of physical contact in our friendship, I was not sure how to respond. Could it be… Satan?
via Kleefeld ‘n’ Klonick, Kleiman, and Sullivan, and in fairness to Jindal I may not have been any better. On a more theological point, I think Jindal may have been on shaky grounds taking part in an exorcism without a priest; I don’t think the Catholic Church would approve. [more here]
…after starting this post, I see that Jezebel is all over this angle.
BTW, Mr. Flinchy — sadly, the subsequent pages are lost.